User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-25220117-20140606132604/@comment-25220117-20140612215005

''Wiping sweat from his snout with his apron, the stout shrew turned, glaring at the recorder from beneath his crooked chef's hat brim, which was perched perilously over one ear. He had been looking over a steaming stewpot in the fireplace for the last fifteen minutes, and he did not feel like getting bothered by petty matters at the moment.'' "'Saw 'er pass by earlier last night while I was preppin' th' broth. She usually takes a walk 'roun' at that 'our." His eyes narrowed "Somethin' I shudd know yew two cullies ain't tellin' me?"